Snippet #1240705

Jeph smirked, and stopped in his tracks, crossing his arms over his chest. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were stalking me or something." He replied, his expression showing the amusement he felt. In truth, he felt like things were going a bit too well for him; first, he got to hear a musical performance without having to pay someone, then the run-in with the patroller allowed him an escape, and now he met with Avaron on terms more towards his favor. He felt comfortable around technology, which was not unusual when one considers his ability. "Fortunately for the both of us, I do know better. What I don't know, however, is why we've been running into eachother all day. You wouldn't happen to have an answer for that, would you?" He continued, raisinig one eyebrow and shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

In truth, he didn't much mind running into Avaron, as the other options (running into a patrolling teacher, or worse, the Headmaster) were not altogether appealing to him. 'At least,' He thought, trying to quickly rationalize why he was interested that she was in this hallway. 'She probably isn't going to rat me out to her dad. That much I think I can be thankful for.'